As I lay my head down on the pillow, thats when you decide to pay me a visit. So dark and abusive, But also deafening & exquisite. For days you can take over my life causing me pain and strife. You creep on me calmly, yet sharp as a knife. You darken my mind and flood my thoughts. Leaving me Desolated as if it were my fault. I wake up every morning and i try and i try. But you just transform and tell me a lie. As I smile and laugh you're no longer inside. But what i fail to realize is that you are very much alive, Dark Matter.

The Masquerade Man

He lives, Laughs, & Loves like the thunderous seas, but sometimes it's not quite enough. Yearning for more,  Guidelessly He roams to no avail. In search for the things that make him feel alive. Yet He fails to see He is ensnared in His own lies. Bounded by the reckless & ruthless flames of influence, He is constantly molded into shells of His older self. Day by Day He awakes with a Mind manifested by false pretense. He realizes new ways to Equalize with His surroundings are becoming as Unbearable as Raging Hurricanes Decimating his Soul. So He shoots for the Stars, Aiming to recapture His grace. And to no Avail, He continues to Roam guideless like the weaping winds hoping to one day Find His place.